Graustark, Ruritania, Borduria, Syldavia and a score of imaginary kingdoms, usurped by tyrants and sundered by fights for the throne, leap into mind: plots, treachery, imprisoned heirs and palace factions abound and, along with them, fiendish monocled swordsmen, queens in lonely towers, toppling ranges, deep forests, plains full of half-wild horses, wandering tribes of Gypsies who steal children out of castles and dye them...

They said I couldn't do the job so they gave me the elbow. So, now I'm looking for work again.

[…] Besides, you are perfectly able to protect Telemachus, and to see him safely home again, while the suitors have to come hurry-skurrying back without having killed him.

The Inquiry concluded that the last four months of her life had been spent in a black bin bag in the bath in an unheated bathroom, lying in her own urine and excrement.